981. a brilliant line

after the rain… fog

like firework’s smoke in the air

after the show’s over  🦊❤️

Every morning I text my friend Joe Conroy with a short message and send him my haiku blog. I am constantly amazed by his brilliant observations, insightful thoughts and clever reactions to my daily haiku.  Yesterday in reaction to my blog on the dying daffodils and expended dandelions he offered this thought, “like firework’s smoke in the air after the show is over.” It is a magically deep statement that captures the essence of the photo and leaves me with being at that moment of time. Joe is a natural Haiku writer and I value the inspiration he often provides me with. So… I had to go in search of another moment in time to put his brilliant line to work. Thank you Joe. 🦊❤️ 

 

980. creative moment in spring

dried out  daffodils

depleted dandelions

a drenching downpour  🦊❤️

We left the museum during a steady rain. My desire to stay dry was overridden by a bed of dying daffodils and dandelions just about out of fluffy seeds to be blown away. I was counting syllables before we reached the car. 🦊❤️

 

979. hunchback of notre dame trees

like quasimodo

your big hump scares those who look

they’re blind to your worth 🦊❤️

Big unsightly “humps” on trees are called burls. They often spark comments like, “ewwww look at that ugly tree.”  They can be caused by many factors like disease, injury, etc.  Yet within these strange looking growths are wood grains that are highly sought after for furniture making and artistic creations. The wood is very expensive. 🦊❤️ 

 

978. another year of green

your gnarly limbs crowned

with bright green tender newness

fresh life erupting 🦊❤️

 As the spring unfolds, we look at all the tree in various stages of coming back to leaf. The ones that are late and still barren, we ask, “Is it still alive?” Then tender dots of green life appear. And sometimes they don’t. 🦊❤️

 

977. touching a tree

 

we both take a turn

posing with a trail giant

european beech  🦊❤️

There is such strength, stability and knowledge at our disposal. Go stand beside and touch a tree. Go and let a tree touch you. Feel the tree. Let the tree feel you. Let the difference between you and the tree dissolve.  🦊❤️

976. the trees are dying

“The Trees Are Dying”

deep in his forest

he - the mother tree looking

sees the trees dying  🦊❤️

 We went to the Michener Museum in Doylestown primarily to see the Japanese woodblock print exhibit. But  before we could get that far in the museum, we found ourselves lost in a forest of art made by Alan Goldstein. While much of his work reflects his feelings on many things, much of this exhibit was inspired by his noticing the trees dying around his studio. His works are riveting. As we walked and looked, a quiet man was standing and looking and watching. We struck up a conversation… he finally let us know he was Alan Goldstein the artist. We talked then parted ways. He soon returned with a handful of cards. He invited us to go with him to the Japanese woodblock exhibit area and make some printed cards with the stamp set the museum had available for visitors to try their had at. What a great time we had with a great artist! I hope that if you’re nearby you’ll see his work. 🦊❤️

See Alan’s Story Here- https://youtube.com/watch?v=V7An_CHGPDM&feature=share

975. seeming to be sad

sitting on my porch

striking me as being sad

a lone mourning dove  🦊❤️

The dove stood staring and staring. It was the dove who nested in the tree outside my balcony. We discovered that its nest was on the ground under the tree. Sometimes the harshness of nature is hard to think too much about. But… it’s life. 🦊❤️